Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.